Doghouse?

The truth is today I have woken up and I don't know where I'm standing.

It's sad, because a week and a half ago I knew exactly where I was standing.

And I SHOULD know, and part of me knows, but part of me just thinks I don't deserve so many breaks. And then part of me is angry, because I've also given plenty of breaks.

Part of me doesn't know what to believe about what he really thinks, about whether he just says thinks because he's angry, or because they are constantly in the back of his mind, waiting to explode.

I just hope this is a bad day, and nothing else.